MissCorsino
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Blood gushing from her neck.
What is this? A knife?
Why am I holding this?
Her eyes are slowly fading.
Her hands have lost their life.
I felt scared.
I took a step backward.
I felt something wet on my foot.
Is this...
blood?
It's warm... it's calming me.
Why? I don't understand.
I turn around to see a more horrific scene.
Piles of bodies.
Women, all naked in their former glory.
All lifeless.
I smiled dynamicly with madness.
I am the one who killed them.
The one who tormented them.
And I enjoyed it.
I wake up from a hazy dream-a nightmare, I guess. But as I recall, it wasn't a dream; that is what's happening in my reality. I kill for pleasure. I am a serial killer, but no one suspects a thing. I look nice, a prim and proper man from the suburbs. I have a few friends. It's a good thing I live peacefully in my own house, far from others, for they cannot hear the anguished cries of my victims. I love the life I have. I mean, who wouldn't? I feel no remorse for the lives I've taken.
But then, a miracle happened. A woman came. She changed everything I wanted and believed in. I tried so hard to kill her... but instead, from being the most wanted serial killer, I became a tamed, sheep-like lover.
This is my story. A total recall of how my life turned upside down.
@MissCorsino